Sylvanas's orders were faithfully followed, and a rift split in the middle of the walking corpse brigade, and Abomination and Skeletons came to the front. Archibald and Berduga stood side by side at the front of the line.

The undead are ready to charge.

The fishmen and the gnolls rushed into the enemy's rain of arrows again, and the casualties further increased, and they tried to retreat, but the drums continued to beat and became louder and louder, and the ice arrows and fireballs that were shot from behind them from time to time exploded in their heels and behind them, so that the fishmen and gnolls had to speed up the pace of their charge.

The speed is getting faster and faster, but there are fewer and fewer comrades around them, and finally, they rushed to the city gate, but the heavy city gate has become a death cushion, and there is no suitable siege weapon, they can only look at the city gate and sigh, waiting for the merciless slaughter.

Looking at the helpless and panicked fishmen and jackals in front of the city gates, I sat on the ground with my legs weak, and they were all finished, not because the enemy was strong, but because of the malicious pit killing of my own supreme commander.

Watching one fishman and one jackal after another fall to the ground and never wake up again, there was nothing I could do, I couldn't save them, I couldn't even fight and die with them.

Whether I'm too cowardly and incompetent or Sylvanas is too ruthless, I can't tell, perhaps, all three.

I should have guessed Sylvanas's intentions, a dark queen who had been brutally tortured by Arthas, and who had raised her butcher's knife against her former comrades in the shackles of her soul, turning the golden capital into a realm of death.

Sylvanas, her psyche has long been twisted and dark.

Fishmen, gnolls, undead, even me and the banshees should be her instruments of revenge - of Arthas.

For a moment, my heart became cold and permeated. Perhaps, following Sylvanas is not a wise choice, and perhaps, in the next moment, at a moment when I should and must be sacrificed, Sylvanas will not hesitate to sacrifice me.

Perhaps, it is time for me to leave, it is not a wise choice to follow such a "lord".

However, in the next moment, I suddenly woke up, how could I, a little walking corpse, stand on my own from the forgotten?

Join the Legion of Damnation in Arthas? No kidding, don't say that Alsace is more vicious than Sylvanas, just say that I almost cut Alsace's cock, I dare to play 300% of the package ticket, if I defect to Alsace, my fate will be even more miserable.

Nor join the Legion of Damnation, nor join the Forsaken.

I will surely die. No living person can be friendly to the undead.

No, not at all.

Suddenly, it occurred to me that Sylvanas would always be so ruthless?

The obvious answer is no, after Arthas's death, after she falls into the abyss, she will wake up and understand what she has, what she has and what she should pursue for the rest of her life.

Well, maybe I should be patient, maybe ...... I can speed it up a bit.

After thinking about it, I was full of strength again, I stood up and patted my buttocks, and I refocused my eyes on the battlefield.

The fish men and the gnolls still fell one after another, and my eyes were still unbearable and wailing, but my heart was full of fighting spirit.

Sylvanas, I must change you.

I swear silently in my heart.

I thought about it so much, it seemed like a long time, but it was only a split second, only a few seconds from the time I fell to the time I got up, and to others, it seemed as if I had just accidentally fallen, although it was a strange fall.

The war continues.

The demons on the walls let out a triumphant, bloodthirsty laugh, constantly commanding the undead to throw everything in their hands, arrows, magic, boulders, fire oil, ...... Almost everything that could be thrown was thrown under the walls.

It's a naked slaughter, a sweaty slaughter, and the demons love this kind of slaughter that can trigger the most primitive and wild in their bones, and this feeling makes them intoxicated and crazy.

They laughed, danced, and cursed...... So much so that they did not notice that the stones and fire oil stored on the city walls were running out, and that there were ...... Another force was rushing towards the city gates.

Sylvanas knows this group of demons too well, they are bloodthirsty, murderous, and aggressive, and their art of war has gradually perfected after tens of thousands of years of continuous conquest, but as one world after another falls under their butcher's knife, they have also developed the bad habits of arrogance and arrogance of the demons.

Especially when victory is imminent and the slaughter of an enemy who is not a threat.

She had had a deep communication with a demon, but that demon had died at her hands, and now, she was very grateful to that demon.

Ten minutes had passed, and Sylvanas looked at the departing undead brigade, a sinister smile on the corner of her mouth, and from these faltering but still swift figures, she seemed to see the red eyes of the walking corpses, the hideous faces of hatred, and the howls of the skeletons.

These undead had been oppressed for too long, so long that they became numb and sluggish, but at this moment, the bloodthirsty elements in their bodies were detonated, and they burst out with more power than before.

The fishmen and the gnolls were killed to the point that more than 90% of them were "jointly killed" by the enemy and their own, and the demons were excited, and Sylvanas was also excited.

It's just that when they saw another wave of enemies killing the city wall, the former couldn't get excited at all, and they finally came to their senses, but at this time, they consumed all the war materials.

Panic and panic spread among them, and they wailed and begged for their comrades in the city to send supplies to the walls, but there were so many supplies available in the city, and they had exhausted enough supplies to kill the enemy ten times.

When the first abomination knocked on the gates of Lordaeron with the stone hammer in his hand, Sylvanas took the sunset in his hand and sneered, "It's time for the demons to pay." ”

I, Faraniel, Putress and Salindra were all surprised, victory was in sight, what was the Queen going to do?

Is she going to go into battle herself?

For a while, this question couldn't help but arise in everyone's minds.

Soon, in less than a second, the answer was revealed.

I saw Sylvanas trot two steps, and then in a flash, she appeared in the middle of the battlefield, and in another flash, she came to the city gate, and in the last flash, she appeared on the wall.

It was only then that I understood what it meant to be a Windranger, and it turned out that she was really like the wind, fast and ubiquitous.

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